The Robin's Weapon

Damian

Damian didn't like many things, that was a fact. He liked training, his katana, and (secretly) animals. He was supposed to be next head of the league of assassins, he didn't have to like much.

So now when he was with his father, and he had so many new rules he did not like. First was: no killing. What if he met someone really idiotic. What then? The second one was: no killing family. Which was rediculess. So what if he tried to kill Grayson, Todd, Drake. They started it, (they didn't).

So he was very irritated that day. Bruce had left with Tim to work at Wayne Industries, leaving him with Dick. Who was his favorite brother, but he would never admit it. Jason had come to visit, which was his main source of annoyance.

"Come on little-D, there's someone you need to meet." Dick said excitedly.

"Yeah, demon spawn, you'll like her. Maybe." Jason grinned.

Damian glared at her two brothers. "And why would I want to meet one of the harlots you fraternize with Todd?" He was not surprised by both being disappointing of his speech, but the ferocity was.

"You listen here demon spawn," Jason narrowed his eyes, "you be as polite as you can. Which knowing you isn't much, but I won't let you go disrespect her."

"I agree with Jason on this little-D." Dick said sternly. Damian's glare intensified, he did not like this at all. They got to the part of the manor of their bedrooms. They past Damian's then Dick's, finally stopped in front of Jason's door, but instead they went to the door parallel to Jason's.

Dick opened the door, and walked in Jason fallowing, Damian hung back by the door. He did not like this woman. She looked plain, and lacking of back bone. Her face was too expensive, in a fight she would go down easy.

"Mom, this is Damian." Dick grabbed his shoulder and steered him infront of her. She smiled at him, and Damion got the feeling that she was looking into his soul.

"Hello, Damian, you look a lot like your father." Damian, in his defense, had never had what you would call a normal childhood. Everyone who was around him was scared of him, his mother, or grandfather. He never had a grown up that was giving guarded affection. So he reacted, like he always when confronted with something he didn't understand.

"So your father's harlot?" It was more a statement then a question, but by the end Dick's face made him second guess himself.

"Demon spawn-" Jason started but was stopped but Lily's hand on his shoulder.

Lily for her part was embarrassed. There was no way she could mad at him. That would be like getting mad at a toddler for cussing. Damian didn't understand what he had said was wrong or at least very inappropriate.

She took a deep breath and smiled. Jason and Dick was impressed with Lily's patience.

"No Damian, and that was very inappropriate." Damian frowned. This..this woman just reprimanded him. "I'm Lily Ditka."

"What is your relationship with father?" Damian didn't really care, but if he could get rid of her... Well that would make his day, but he'd need to know how much he'd have to push.

Lily flushed, at the reminder that she still hadn't introduced herself to bruce. It was just the last few years had beed hectic, and she forgot.

"I don't have one." She said uncomfortably, Jason and dick snorted, but Damian miss understood. His scowl deepened.

"I don't care if you are or are not in my father's bed, I was asking how he knew you." He muttered several things under his breath in a different language that questioned her breeding and schooling.